Imagine my little son
And let thy eyes see the unseen
See with conviction the excruciating thorn
Which from ages had been.
Can’t ye see little lad
When shall thy vision be emboldened?
When shall thy soul distinguish good from bad?
And thy slow mind be sharpened
Haven’t ye heard of them?
The vipers with enchanting smiles
Experts in bringing men into their realms
Without even walking miles
The ones gifted with the sweetest tongues
And the most graceful steps
Yet they are not more important than dungs
But our people say they are our “Reps”
Reps of heaven or of hell?
Lord save us from these “leaders”
Who they are we can’t tell,
The greedy ones with crooked fingers.